I Am A Weak, Ephemeral

I've Stopped Thinking All The Time Of What Happened Yesterday. And Stopped Asking What's Going To Happen Tomorrow. What's Happening Today, This Minute, Is What I Care About.

Lions And Lambs, Love And Force, Light And Fire, Good And Evil: All Things Climb The Same Mountain, The Mountain Of God.

What First Truly Stirred My Soul Was Not Fear Or Pain, Nor Was It Pleasure Or Games; It Was The Yearning For Freedom. I Had To Gain Freedom-but From What, From Whom? Little By Little, In The Course Of Time, I Mounted Freedom's Rough Unaccommodating Ascent. To Gain Freedom First Of All From The Turk, That Was The Initial Step; After That, Later, This New Struggle Began: To Gain Freedom From The Inner Turk-from Ignorance, Malice And Envy, From Fear And Laziness, From Dazzling False Ideas; And Finally From Idols, All Of Them, Even The Most Revered And Beloved.

Discipline Is The Highest Of All Virtues. Only So May Strength And Desire Be Counterbalanced And The Endeavors Of Man Bear Fruit.

As Long As Our Souls Remain Strong, That Is All That Matters; As Long As They Don't Decline. Because With The Fall Of Certain Souls In This World, The World Itself Will Collapse. These Are The Pillars Which Support It. They Are Few, But Enough.